The Roquefort Files

vests are great. As I approach 28, I find myself unaccountably interested in wearing them. Fortunately, Jez led a small expedition to the wanky bars of the west end on Friday night, and I proudly lowered the tone by attempting to rock the Swingers look in the vastly unsuitable surroundings of Halo and Indigo Yard. [...]

I was invited to been invited to Andy B’s wedding reception on Saturday evening, so I was looking forward to a leisurely day of farting around the flat and playing Killer7 before girding my loins for an evening of sober fun. (Because of the 10k, of course.) Two unexpected things happened. Firstly (and happily!), I [...]

first a great swing lesson last night, and now the official Vegas photos of our triumphant romp to “Best Dressed” fame. Brings a tear of joy to my jaded eye.

So, we have a TM practice (we’re steadily approaching a gig-worthy state, I think) as usual on Saturday afternoon, and then we retire to the 13th Note for some tasty vegetarian food. We are joined by the Captain for some entertaining and edifying chat, and consume a few rounds of wanky lager, as is our [...]

since the start of this week – I made notes of what I did each night and I can barely remember anything before the weekend. Slightly worrying! Dom and I took the bus out to Murrayfield on Monday night after work, and ran the route of next weekend’s 10k. I was a few minutes slower [...]

of a twelve day bonanza/marathon of stuff. My diary, usually an exemplar of lunar desolation, is a bubbling font of excitement, liver damage and financial ruin. This was the week that was: Wednesday: Martin and I met up in the Basement for some old-school pre-practice beer and food, and we toddled merrily along to the [...]